Boil the heavens

Smiled, he didn't care about Zhou Botong's randomness, or he was used to it

Nothing else matters, as long as the person is well.

At night, each rests.

Ma Yu and Yan Fei walked out of the inn.

"Junior brother, all the disciples who were sent to assassinate the Mongolian general returned with serious injuries." In the night, under the moonlight, the two sat cross-legged on a big bluestone halfway up the mountain, Ma Yu said to Yan Fei with some seriousness.

During these days when Yan Fei lived in seclusion in the middle of Shu to restore his skills, Mongolia had united with the Song Dynasty to destroy the Kingdom of Jin.

The general trend is irreversible, so Yan Fei decided to deal with the details.

Let Quanzhen disciples assassinate Mongolian generals. Without these Mongolian generals who are good at fighting, although it will not affect the strength of Mongolia, it will inevitably have a great impact on their marching and fighting.

If it succeeds, even if they can't dispel their desire to attack Song Dynasty, it is good to delay for a while.

"How come?" Yan Fei frowned and asked in confusion.

Although the Mongolian generals are brave, they don't know martial arts. When they go to assassinate, the real masters usually have a high success rate. Even if they miss a few, it is impossible for them all to fail!

"It's all thanks to that Princess Huazheng." He sighed softly. When Ma Yu went to the desert, he also met some cute little girl from afar. It was only a few years ago. Who would have thought...

Taking out a letter from his bosom and handing it to Yan Fei, Ma Yu said, "This is a letter sent by Hua Zheng to the seriously injured disciples. Speaking of which, several disciples who were seriously injured were able to retreat in good health. It is all thanks to Hua Zheng." Zheng Wang is lenient in the face of the kindness you have taught me in the past, junior brother."

Huazheng again?

Slightly startled, Yan Fei suddenly felt dumbfounded.

When I opened the envelope, there was nothing special about the contents inside. It was nothing more than my teacher's kindness and I dare not forget it, but you and I have different positions. I can't let you hurt my clansman and so on.

"Youlongqiang, Li Zhichang; Broken Kongzhang, Chang Zhiyuan, although these two disciples are not included in the list of heroes, their true strength is by no means inferior to the rest of us. Such strength is still seriously injured, junior brother, how did you teach me?" How good is Hua Zheng's martial arts?" Seeing Yan Fei raised his head from the letter, Ma Yu suddenly asked with a wry smile.

"It's not so much that I taught it, it's better to say that she comprehended it herself." Yan Fei was also speechless about this, "How are Zhichang and Zhiyuan's injuries? ?”

"It's very serious... After Huashan Lunjian is over, junior brother, you can use the "Yang Zhi" to help them clear their meridians. Otherwise, if they only rely on their own healing, they will not be able to recover in three to five years." Ma Yu sighed. Said, "However, the injury is easy to heal, and the country is hard to save. Junior brother, your prophecy back then may really come true. Looking at the current state of Mongolia, it is only a matter of time before the Song Dynasty is mobilized.

The power of the Mongolian army is definitely not what the Song Dynasty can stop. What's even more lamentable is that the entire Song Dynasty is now immersed in the joy of defeating the Kingdom of Jin and recovering the lost land. There is almost no defense against Mongolia. Mongols are full of contempt, thinking they are just vulnerable barbarians. "

"So what? Brother, what are you going to do?" Yan Fei looked at Ma Yu.

Quanzhen has accumulated strength for many years. Although all preparations are not perfect, if he wants to do something, there is still a lot to do.

"Brother, I haven't thought about it yet, what do you think, junior brother?" Ma Yu kicked the question back to Yan Fei.

Smiling, Yan Fei said, "Senior brother, why bother to ask what you know? I have only one idea for so many years, brother, to start a new one! Da Song is already terminally ill and hopelessly ill. If you blindly invest in it, it will be tantamount to moths jumping into the flame."

"But..." Facing Yan Fei's firm gaze, Ma Yu hesitated to speak, and shook his head, "Let Brother Wei think about it again."

"Such important matters should be considered carefully, but there is no need to be urgent, brother. Even if Mongolia comes, Da Song should be able to withstand it for a while, so there is no rush." ​​Yan Fei said softly, "In the final analysis, the person at the helm of Quanzhen has always been It's you, brother, no matter what your final decision is, I will support it."

I did what I had to do, I can't say that I did enough, but I almost reached my own limit, wanting to go further and devote myself to death, Yan Fei has never been such a person.

"You, don't put pressure on Brother Wei." After casting a blank look at Yan Fei, Ma Yu sighed, "Even if you start a new business as you think, but who have you thought can carry this big banner? Brother Wei Admit that you can’t do it, can you?”

0042 Dragon?

There are still three days left before Huashan Discussion on Swords.

In the last three days, more and more people came.

As more and more people came, more and more people came to visit, but Yan Fei didn't have the heart to chat with these Jianghu people who had never met before, he was waiting for Wang Lin.

This kid...

When we parted at the beginning, we said we were going to meet in Huashan, why haven't we come yet?

After more than a year of separation, they even disappeared from Quanzhen's intelligence network. To be honest, Yan Fei was still very worried.

Fortunately, on the last day, this kid finally appeared.

Dressed in a clean Taoist robe, his still handsome face was no longer as lazy as before, and his brows were sculpted with determination. When he saw Yan Fei, he rushed over with a smile and hugged him directly, "Brother, I have missed you for more than a year." gone."

Feeling the surging true energy in Wang Lin's body, Yan Fei nodded in satisfaction, set his eyes on the simple black iron sword on his back, and said with a smile, "You have obtained the black iron epee, it seems that you It’s a good harvest!”

"But...can you explain what's going on with this little girl?" Yan Fei asked, looking at a five or six-year-old little girl brought by Wang Lin with interest.

The little girl was carved in pink and jade, dressed in white, like a little fairy, exuding a cold aura all over her body, Yan Fei felt that this kind of coldness was not a child's caution against bringing strangers, but a real coldness.

Yan Fei could tell that in the eyes of the child, there was no difference between himself and the vegetation, bamboo and rocks next to him.

Indifferent and natural, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, only when looking forward to Wang Lin, deep dependence and tenderness emerged in the cold eyes.

"Long'er was rescued by me when I was looking for Pu Si Qu Snake. He is an orphan. Now he is my apprentice. Long'er, quickly call the second master." Pulling the little girl's little hand, Wang Lin said with a smile .

"Second Martial Uncle." He called lightly, and then the little girl stopped flying at all.

What a girl with personality!

"Senior brother, don't mind, Longer, she..."

The little girl's attitude was a bit bad, Wang Lin was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain a few words, but was interrupted by Yan Fei directly, "Do you think your brother and I are those old antiques? Would you care about a child? Okay, I've been in a hurry for a day Let’s go to the inn to have something to eat first!”

Seeing Wang Lin walking into the inn with the little girl in his arms, Yan Fei showed a vague smile.

Dragon?

The name is interesting.

Just about to follow Wang Lin into the inn, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of fighting in the distance.

The sound of fighting came from far to near, and a clear female voice with obvious anger said, "Old poison, don't push yourself too hard. Your son Ouyang Ke took the blame for himself. What does it have to do with me?"

Huang Rong's voice!

She is teaming up with Guo Jing to fight against Ouyang Feng!

"This girl...is really a troublemaker." Yan Fei shook his head helplessly as he looked at Huang Rong who had deliberately attracted Ouyang Feng here after seeing himself.

"Huang Rong, you killed my son, today I will make you pay with blood!" Ouyang Feng's cold voice was full of murderous intent.

The palm strength of "Hama Gong" is better than one palm. Even if Guo Jing's skill has been improved, and even combined with Huang Rong, he is still a little bit overwhelmed.

"It's been said that Ouyang Ke fell off the cliff by himself, so what's the matter with me!?" Huang Rong shouted loudly.

Ouyang Ke is dead?

At this moment, Yan Fei understood the reason.